Blog#169...September, 2025

The CNE's here - reminding me of my days working at Beasley's Bingo - and another summer is under our belts.  The world continues to lurch into who knows what.  But our two 18 year old golden girls, Summer and Victoria thrilled us in pools and on courts.  Anf for basketball fans, SGA, the dude from Hamilton, was named NBA MVP! Canada continues to be a strong, proud and kind place and we need to work at keeping it that way.     

Ron Turcotte, well loved jockey who took Secretariat all the way to the triple crown of thoroughbred horse racing in 1973 died at his home in New Brunswick last week, He suffered a spinal cord injury falling from a horse late in his career and spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair advocating for disabled jockeys. 

Sticking with how Canadoans enliven and enrich sport, Priscila Uppal would have loved to write about our young athletes. Named poet in residence for the 2010 Olympics in British Columbia, she published reflective poems in Winter Sport.  She highlighted the courage of skater Joannie Rochette, competing days after her mother's death and the tenderness of skier Alexandre Bilodeau towards his brother with Down's syndrome.   I featured Priscila and the book in Blog#7 back in March 2012, she died in 2018 at 44, a great loss!        

It's a half century since the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald; we discovered it and are reminded every time we hear Gordon Lightfoot's haunting ballad.   If I seem unusually nostalgic these days, it could be related to re-reading Erik Erikson's theories of the life cycle, particularly the concept that maturity is not the end of psychological growth. So I'll continue to reflect on life events that have taught me about life as I've skipped along. 

 As a last grasp at summer, I visited Prince Edward Countylast week, taking in the landscape dotted with breweries, wineries and cideries that flourish in the limestone rich soil. It's also dotted with art galleries, cafes, B&B's, and high end shops, a bit like a rural version of Yorkville or Ossington.  It's fun to go though and we enjoyed discovering the very beautiful and interesting Andara Gallery, featuring the work of owners Tara Wilkinson and Andrew Csafordi. Wilkinson's pieces, taken from her photography, are ethereal and floral, capturing the joy and spirituality in nature. Csafordi uses the ancient method that dates back to the Egyptians of painting with melted beeswax and pigmnents to create his own style of encaustic sculptural painting.  Well worth a visit if you're ever down that way

My question this month is... why did voice mail messages stop announcing who I'm trying to call so I never know if I'm leaving a message for the intended person?

 Next blog will herald October and I will have passed another milestone, maybe you will have too, and we'll all take  a deep breath and get ready for what comes next.  See you then.  

 Blog #168...August, 2025

Last blog, I mentioned the show 52 Women, which took on the difficult task of choosing a finite number of women who have transformed Toronto. Of course there have been many many more, coming from all eras, areas and walks of life. and it's fun to compose your own list. The show runs at the City of Toronto Museum, enter at the east corner of 401 Richmond Street, until December.

Also in early days of a long run is an amazing show of Joyce Wieland's work (she'd certainly make my list!) at the Art Gallery of Ontario. Although I was aware of her, I had no idea of the tremendous range she covered. Another surprize was her passion for Canada which is expressed in many of her pieces.  It's particularly touching in the current climate to see huge Canadian flags - stocking stitched in red and white wool and only a decade old in the 70's when they were created.  And her Oh  Canada piece, rows of images of her red lips articulating each syllable of out national anthem.                                                                                                          

Her nationalism was matched by her environmental concerns, particularly for the Arctic region. She often worked very large. The first image when I entered the show has been transported from the exit at Kendall from the Spadina subway station. A dozen caribou, pretty much life size, are in different postures on an ice floe. It's executed in quilted cloth and has a realistic three dimensional quality adding to its power. I sat opposite it for half an hour and could almost feel a cool breeze, 

CBC's IDEAS has been featuring artists lately and had back-to-back shows on Joyce Wieland and Joan Jonas recently.. Striking similarities were their overshadowing by male artist/partners, Joan by Richard Serra and Joyce by Michael Snow. And they both had to wait decades before being recognized by one woman shows at major galleries in their home countries, although they were both recognized internationally.  MOMA exhibited Joan's work last year, she's still alive and active at 89, spending time between her studio in NYC and Cape Breton where she landed with a group of American artists in the 50's. 

 Joyce died in 1998 at 66, without the satisfaction of recogition in her hometown but leaving us with the joy of appreciating her work at the AGO. 

As the song goes, it's been too damn hot lately, but it's given me anyway a chance to slow down, spend hours stretched out reading. Paula Hawkins followed The Girl on the Train with a series of psyuchological thrillers that engrossed me as I ignored other things I might be doing.

I'm asking many questions of the world right now, least important is what has happened to those cucumbers we used to have, the chubby ones with slight bristles, like a chin or a shin needing a shave?  They seem to have been replaced by long thin ones wrapped in plastic, I'm grumpy about it and it's distracting me for a moment from other horrors.

This just in, I saw the production of Macbeth at Stratford yesterday. Purists will be recoiling in horror as conflicts in The Scotish Play are rendered as biker wars. I found it a tribute to Shakespeare's grasp of basic, sometimes barbaric human behaviour and its timeless inevitability, especially right now...but that's just me.

Sending this off into the blogosphere with my regards to readers in various parts of the world, I know you're out there enjoying glimpses of Canada. 

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